The Meaning of a Fight to the Death

This sentence was like a pebble tossed into a tranquil lake, stirring layer upon layer of ripples and foreshadowing that the coming operation would be full of uncertainty and challenges.

But they had discussed this long ago.

Inside the command room,

the atmosphere suddenly turned tense and grave.

That was right. What the two girls wanted to project before the first Sword of Damocles truly fell was different from what Su Wen had imagined.

But when it came time to actually carry it out,

the frail girl leaning against the central chair still hesitated.

She looked into the vast, boundless depths of the universe beyond the window.

At that moment,

the Star Tower command room seemed like a corner occupied by a lonely watcher, tightly surrounded by cold starlight and unknown darkness.

The room was dimly and unevenly lit, and every projected star seemed to speak of endless loneliness and resolve.

An indescribable heaviness filled the air, like a burden about to crush everything, making every breath involuntarily grow labored:

"Norma,

do you think what we're doing is sabotaging the plan?"

Upon hearing that, the Emotionless Girl, now dressed in the dashing uniform of a Twilight Star Cluster Starship Commander, shook her head.

"No,

this is something we must do.

Advance according to the Sublimation Lineage until one day we can go no further, or until we finally choose to change our own path.

Those were words Mr. Kevin once said.

So,

now, I have to save him.

Just as he once saved me in the Great Mining Area at the lowest level of Clemence.

My life isn't important, but he is different."

At that moment,

only after hearing her say that,

the girl leaning within the Star Tower command room, surrounded by scattered points of light, shook her head